Making money's a must need to cut checks
But you ain't tough then this stuff leave you upset
Can't be jumping the gun cuz you up next
Might get swept under the rug from a dumb flex
If you ducking the plug know what come next
Don't wind up stuck in the mud boy just run fast
Or they gon run up with drums all at sunset
They'll have you done with no one for a suspect
They got no trouble with taking a son from a mother
They'll gun down your cousin or brother
Haters be hustling snakes and the bugs undercover
They come outdoors buzzing don't trust em
Ain't nothing gonna save you 'sides bulletproof vests
I hope you take advice when you fooling with death
Have them government papers signed boots on the desk
Your whole crew pay the price if you lose your attempt
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
Put on that flexing like gymnasts
Buddy you best mind your business
Flip all the bags with no witness
Serve on the low but it's going in minutes
I lose control every month
I am a stylist you know I will stunt
Go cop this fye, ima fire this blunt
All my attire be stylish so what
Forty-four clothing velour
Mak got a pint of the what?
We just gon muddy the cup
Tied to the GOAT better keep it a buck
Pills know they press in the city I'm from
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Pills know they press in the city oh no, oh no
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
Mak11 - D.O.A. (feat. Tony Delicious) Lyrics
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Making money's a must need to cut checks
But you ain't tough then this stuff leave you upset
Can't be jumping the gun cuz you up next
Might get swept under the rug from a dumb flex
If you ducking the plug know what come next
Don't wind up stuck in the mud boy just run fast
Or they gon run up with drums all at sunset
They'll have you done with no one for a suspect
They got no trouble with taking a son from a mother
They'll gun down your cousin or brother
Haters be hustling snakes and the bugs undercover
They come outdoors buzzing don't trust em
Ain't nothing gonna save you 'sides bulletproof vests
I hope you take advice when you fooling with death
Have them government papers signed boots on the desk
Your whole crew pay the price if you lose your attempt
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
Put on that flexing like gymnasts
Buddy you best mind your business
Flip all the bags with no witness
Serve on the low but it's going in minutes
I lose control every month
I am a stylist you know I will stunt
Go cop this fye, ima fire this blunt
All my attire be stylish so what
Forty-four clothing velour
Mak got a pint of the what?
We just gon muddy the cup
Tied to the GOAT better keep it a buck
Pills know they press in the city I'm from
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Pills know they press in the city oh no, oh no
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
But you ain't tough then this stuff leave you upset
Can't be jumping the gun cuz you up next
Might get swept under the rug from a dumb flex
If you ducking the plug know what come next
Don't wind up stuck in the mud boy just run fast
Or they gon run up with drums all at sunset
They'll have you done with no one for a suspect
They got no trouble with taking a son from a mother
They'll gun down your cousin or brother
Haters be hustling snakes and the bugs undercover
They come outdoors buzzing don't trust em
Ain't nothing gonna save you 'sides bulletproof vests
I hope you take advice when you fooling with death
Have them government papers signed boots on the desk
Your whole crew pay the price if you lose your attempt
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
Put on that flexing like gymnasts
Buddy you best mind your business
Flip all the bags with no witness
Serve on the low but it's going in minutes
I lose control every month
I am a stylist you know I will stunt
Go cop this fye, ima fire this blunt
All my attire be stylish so what
Forty-four clothing velour
Mak got a pint of the what?
We just gon muddy the cup
Tied to the GOAT better keep it a buck
Pills know they press in the city I'm from
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Time to keep Xan in the gourd
Pills know they press in the city oh no, oh no
Lil homie please don't play
Want smoke you'll be winding up D.O.A.
I don't really feel no way
Don't start no problems it'll be okay
You gon show up D.O.A.
They won't know you when they see your face
You'll be gone for like three whole days
When you get home you'll be D.O.A.
If you wind up D.O.A.
Everybody gonna read your name
If they find you D.O.A.
Ain't no money gon ease your pain
You don't wanna be D.O.A.
They gon put you in a deep old grave
Don't get shot and be D.O.A.
If you lucky it won't be close range
Writer: Andrew McDonald, Cody Windsor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid